UNDER  THE  STARS 

AND  OTHER   VERSES 

by  WALLACE  RICE  and 
BARRETT  EASTMAN 


University  of  California  •  Berkeley 


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Under  the  Stars 

and  Other  Songs  of  the  Sea 


by 

Wallace  Rice  and 
Barrett  Eastman 


Clear  a  voice  sounds  o'er  the  cannon 
Of  the  Chesapeake  and  Shannon: 

"  Keep  the  flag  flying!  " 
LAWRENCE,  wounded  lying — 
Pain  nor  death  his  spirit  shrinks: 

"  Fight  her  till  she  strikes  or  sinks!  " 
Through  the  battle's  roar  and  rip, 
Above  the  cheers,  across  the  years, 
That  dying  word  our  sailor  hears: 

"DON'T  GIVE  UP  THE  SHIP!" 


Chicago 

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Mdcccxcviii 


COPYRIGHTED,  1898  BY 
WAY  AND  WILLIAMS 
ALL  RIGHTS  RESERVED 


To  the  Wider  Patriotism 


Contents 


PAGE 

Under  the  Stars  (R) 9 

The  Baptism  of  the  Flag  (E)        .      .      .      .  n 

Joy  Enough  (E) 15 

The  Cheer  of  the  Men  who  Speak  English  (R)  17 

How  We  Burned  the  Philadelphia  (E)   .      .  20 

Richard  Somers  ( E) 25 

The  Flag  with  Fifteen  Stripes  (R)     .      .      .  27 

Xix  August.,  Mdcccxii  (R) 29 

The  First  American  Sailors  (R)         .  33 

Overseas  They  Wait  (E) 38 

Ballad  of  the  Havannah  Taken  (R)   ...  40 

Brothers  of  One  Blood  (E) 44 

Peace  Hath  Her  Victories  (R)     ....  46 

Chiquita:    A  Legend  of  the  Western  Seas  ( E)  49 

Bainbridge,  the  Brig,  and  the  Blockade  (R)  53 

When  My  Turn  Comes  (E)         ....  56 

Notes 59 


Under  the  Stars 

Tell  me  what  sail  the  seas 

Under  the  stars? 
Ships,  and  ships'  companies, 

Off  to  the  wars: 

Steel  are  the  ship's  great  sides, 

Steel  are  her  guns, 
Backward  she  thrusts  the  tides, 

Swiftly  she  runs ; 

Steel  is  the  sailor's  heart, 

Stalwart  his  arm, 
His  the  Republic's  part 

Through  cloud  and  storm. 

Tell  me  what  standard  rare 
Streams  from  the  spars  ? 

Red  stripes  and  white  they  bear, 
Blue,  with  bright  stars  : 
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Under  Red  for  brave  hearts  that  burn 

the  Stars  With  liberty, 

White  for  the  peace  they  earn 
Making  men  free, 

Stars  for  the  Heaven  above, — 
Blue  for  the  deep, — 

Where,  in  their  country' s  love, 
Heroes  shall  sleep. 

Tell  me  why  on  the  breeze 

These  banners  blow  ? 
Ships,  and  ships'  companies 
Eagerly  go 

Warring,  like  all  our  line, 
Freedom  to  friend 

Under  this  starry  sign, 
True  to  the  end: 

Fair  is  the  Flag's  renown, 
Sacred  her  scars, 

Sweet  the  death  she  shall  crown 
Under  the  stars. 


The  Baptism  of  the  Flag 

Strong  in  the  breeze  at  the  mainmast  top  there 

swung  the  sullen  Snake, 
"Do  N'T  TREAD  ON  ME!"   his  warning  plain  for 

friend  and  foe  to  take; 
And  his  fangs  were  pointed  to   England   and   the 

wind  was  fair  in  the  West 
As  we  sailed  that  day  out  of  Portsmouth  Bay  with 

joy  in  the  sailor's  breast. 

Like  a  dolphin  leaped  the  Ranger  through  the  mist 

of  the  salt  sea  spray, 
Like  a  panther  kept  her  keen  nose  down  to  smell 

the  scent  of  her  prey; 
And  each  hearty  aboard  saw  glory  ahead  and  felt 

good  luck  in  his  bones, 
For  the  ship  and  crew  were  staunch  and  true  and 

our  captain  was  JOHN  PAUL  JONES. 


"The  On,  on  we  sailed  to  the  shrinking  East  for  weari- 

Baptism  of  some  days  and  nights, 

the  Flag        Until  at  dusk  the  lookout  cried,   "Straight  for'ard 

the  harbor  lights !  * ' 
"Wear  ship!"    cried  the   Captain;   "Heave  to! 

and  out  with  the  anchor,  for  now,  I  swear, 
That  should   be    Nantes    on  the  coast  of  France 
whose  lights  are  gleaming  there." 

When  daylight  came  and  the  lips  of  the  sky  were 

red  on  the  lips  of  the  sea, 
The  bos'n  piped,  "All  hands  on  deck!"   and  up 

on  the  deck  came  we; 
There  stood  the  Captain  with  folded  arms  as  we 

ranged  ourselves  in  line, 
And  said  not  a  word  that  ever  we  heard,  but  we 

saw  his  eyeballs  shine. 

We  looked  at  him  and  he  looked  at  us  and,  silent 

still,  he  laid 
His  hand  on  the  halliards  and  lowered  straight  the 

flag  we  so  proudly  displayed. 
"What  is   this?"    we   asked.     "Has    he    traitor 

turned?     By  God!  it  shall  go  right  hard 
But  we  stretch  his  neck  from  the  quarter  deck  to 

the  end  of  yonder  yard!" 
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The  Captain  read  our  thoughts  and  smiled,  then    The 

raised  his  hand,  and  said:  Baptism  of 

"When   I  am  false  to  my  land,  my  men,  may    tfje 

lightning  strike  me  dead! 
I  have  lowered  the  flag,  'tis  true;  but  see!  another 

its  place  will  take — 
The  Stars  and  Stripes  of  the  Thirteen  States  shall 

fly  in  the  place  of  the  Snake." 

And  when  the  flag  at  the  mainmast  top  was  float- 
ing free  and  clear, 

Captain  and  crew  their  voices  joined  three  times 
in  a  thunderous  cheer — 

Cheered  till  the  echo  came  back  to  us  from  out  of 
the  rocking  shrouds, 

Cheered  till  it  seemed  the  sound  of  our  cheers 
would  pierce  the  purple  clouds. 

Far  off  in  the  harbor  the  Admiral  heard  the  sound 

of  our  cheers,  and  he 
With   all  of  his  fleet   weighed   anchor   then   and 

straightway  put  to  sea; 
But  when  he  saw  the  Stars  and  Stripes  saluting  his 

own  ensign 
Then  down  in  salute  came  the  Lilies  of  France  on 

all  the  ships- of-the-line. 
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The  "To  your  knees,  my  men!"  cried  Captain  PAUL, 

Baptism  of-  ' '  and  let  us  humbly  pray 

the  Flag        ^e  ma.v  fi^t  like  men  and  die  like  men  for  the 

Flag  we  have  raised  this  day; 
Whatever  the  fates  may  weave  for  us,  whatever 

may  chance  to  be, 

While  the  broad  sea  rolls  we  must  spill  our  souls 
for  the  Starry  Flag  of  the  Free! " 

And  there  in  the  light  of  the  open  sea  GOD'S  wind 

first  kissed  the  sign 
That  freedom  was  born  to  men  of  our  race  and  all 

of  our  children's  line; 
And  there  to  GOD  on  His  pathless  deep  and  under 

His  rosy  sky, 
His  seabirds  screaming  around  the  Flag,  we  swore 

for  that  Sign  to  die. 


Joy  Enough 

Into  the  caverns  of  the  sea 

Shall  all  at  last  descend, 
Who  now  press  forward  gallantly 

Unrecking  of  the  end. 

And  no  man  knoweth  what  is  there, 
Nor  when  his  time  shall  come 

To  yield  his  soul  and  take  his  share 
With  all  those  gone  and  dumb. 

It  may  be  we  shall  find  our  kin 
Waiting  to  grasp  our  hands, 

And  lead  us  glorified  within, 
Over  the  shining  sands; 

It  may  be  we  with  them  shall  lie, 
While  heaven  and  earth  abide, 

Swaying  silent  with  sightless  eye 
There  in  the  sluggish  tide. 
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"Joy  Enough  It  matters  nothing,  if,  to-day, 

Beneath  the  splendid  sun, 

We  hold  to  the  appointed  way, 

Doing  what  must  be  done. 

Reward?   What  would  you?    Have  not  we 
The  waves  beneath  us  bent? 

The  winds  about  us  blowing  free? 
Above — the  firmament? 


The  Cheer  of  the  Men  Who 
Speak  English 

The  playground  is  heavy  with  silence, 

The  match  is  almost  done, 
The  boys  in  the  lengthening  shadows 

Work  hard  for  one  more  run  — 
It  comes;  and  the  field  is  a-twinkle 
With  happy  arms  in  air, 
While  over  the  ground 
Comes  the  masterful  sound 
Of  victory  revelling  there: 
Hurrah  !     Hurrah  !     Hurrah  ! 
Three  cheers,  and  a  tiger,  too, 
For  the  match  we  have  won 
And  each  sturdy  son 
Who  carried  the  victory  through! 
Hurrah  !     Hurra  h  !     Hurrah  ! 
With  clear  voices  uptossed 
For  the  side  that  has  lost, 


The  Cheer  And  one  cheer  more 

of  the  Men  F°r  those  winning  before 

Who  Speak  And  a^  wno  sna^  ever  wm: 

English  ^e  cry  tnat  our  k°7s  senc^  *n — 

The  cheer  of  the  boys  who  speak  English! 

The  ships-of-the-line  beat  to  quarters, 

The  drum  and  bugle  sound, 
The  lanterns  of  battle  are  lighted, 
"Cast  off!      Provide!  "  goes  round; 
But  ere  the  shrill  order  is  given 
For  broadsides  hot  with  hate, 
Far  over  the  sea 
Rings  hearty  and  free 
Defiance  to  every  fate: 
Hurrah  !     Hurrah  !     Hurrah  ! 
Three  cheers,  and  a  tiger,  too, 
For  the  fight  to  be  won 
And  each  sturdy  son 
Who  '11  carry  the  victory  through! 
Hurrah  !     Hurrah  !     Hurrah  I 
With  the  shout  of  the  fleet 
For  foes  doomed  to  defeat, 
And  one  cheer  more 
For  those  winning  before, 
And  all  who  shall  win  again: 
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This  is  the  cry  of  the  men —  The  Cheer 

The  cheer  of  the  men  who  speak  English!  of  the  Men 

Who  Speak 
The  blare  of  the  battle  is  over;  .  / 

The  Starry  Flag  flies  on; 
The  sailors  in  sorrowful  quiet 

Look  down  on  comrades  gone; 
The  tremulous  prayers  are  ended; 
The  sea  obtains  its  dead; — 
Or  ever  the  wave 
Ripples  over  their  grave, 
One  staunch  good-bye  is  said: 
Hurrah!     Hurrah!     Hurrah! 
Three  cheers,  and  a  tiger,  too, 
For  the  men  who  have  won, 
For  each  sturdy  son 
Who  gave  up  his  life  to  be  true ! 
Hurrah!     Hurrah!     Hurrah! 
With  the  shout  of  the  host 
For  the  brothers  we  've  lost, 
And  one  cheer  more 
For  those  falling  before 
And  those  who  have  yet  to  fall: 
This  is  the  cry  of  us  all — 
The  cheer  of  the  folk  who  speak  English! 


How  We  Burned  the  Philadelphia 

By  the  beard  of  the  Prophet  the  Bashaw  swore 

He  would  scourge  us  from  the  seas; 
Yankees  should  trouble  his  soul  no  more — 
By  the  Prophet*  s  beard  the  Bashaw  swore, 

Then  lighted  his  hookah,  and  took  his  ease, 
And  troubled  his  soul  no  more. 

The  moon  was  dim  in  the  western  sky 

And  a  mist  fell  soft  on  the  sea 
As  we  slipped  away  from  the  Siren  brig 

And  headed  for  Tripoli. 

Behind  us  the  hulk  of  the  Siren  lay, 

Before  us  the  empty  night; 
And  when  again  we  looked  behind, 

The  Siren  was  gone  from  our  sight. 

Nothing  behind  us,  and  nothing  before, 
Only  the  silence  and  rain; 

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As  the  jaws  of  the  sea  took  hold  of  our  bows         How  We 
And  cast  us  up  again.  Burned  the 

Through  the  rain  and  the  silence  we  stole  along,  * 

Cautious  and  stealthy  and  slow, 
For  we  knew  the  waters  were  full  of  those 

Who  might  challenge  the  Mastico. 

But  nothing  we  saw  till  we  saw  the  ghost 

Of  the  ship  we  had  come  to  see, 
Her  ghostly  lights  and  her  ghostly  frame 

Rolling  uneasily. 

And  as  we  looked,  the  mist  drew  up 

And  the  moon  threw  off  her  veil, 
And  we  saw  the  ship  in  the  pale  moonlight, 

Ghostly  and  drear  and  pale. 

Then  spoke  DECATUR  low  and  said: 
"To  the  bulwarks'  shadow  all! 
But  the  six  who  wear  the  Tripoli  dress 
Shall  answer  the  sentinel's  call." 

"What  ship  is  that?"  cried  the  sentinel. 

"  No  ship,"  was  the  answer  free; 
"But  only  a  Malta  ketch  in  distress 
Wanting  to  moor  in  your  lee. 
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How  We          "We  have  lost  our  anchor  and  wait  for  day 
Burned  the  To  sail  into  Tripoli  town, 

Philadelphia       ^nd  t^ie  sea  ro^s  fierce  arjd  high  to-night, 
So  cast  a  cable  down." 

Then  close  to  the  frigate's  side  we  came, 
Made  fast  to  her  unforbid — 

Six  of  us  bold  in  the  heathen  dress, 
The  rest  of  us  lying  hid. 

But  one  who  saw  us  hiding  there, 
"  Americano  !  ' '   cried. 
Then  straight  we  rose  and  made  a  rush 
Pell-mell  up  the  frigate's  side. 

Midshipman  MORRIS  was  first  aboard, 
DECATUR  and  LAWS  came  then, 

And  the  rest  of  us  with  our  cutlasses, 
Nearly  a  hundred  men. 

Less  than  a  hundred  men  were  we, 
And  the  heathen  were  twenty  score; 

But  a  Yankee  sailor  in  those  old  days 
Liked  odds  of  one  to  four. 

And  first  we  cleaned  the  quarter  deck, 
And  then  from  stern  to  stem 

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We  charged  into  our  enemies  How  We 

And  quickly  slaughtered  them.  Burned  the 

,      ,       ,r .  Philadelphia 

All  around  was  the  dreadful  sound 

Of  corpses  striking  the  sea, 
And  the  awful  shrieks  of  dying  men 
In  their  last  agony. 

Skulls  we  crushed,  and  necks  we  cracked, 

And  mighty  breasts  stove  in, 
And  our  eyes  were  filled  with  battle-smoke 

And  our  ears  with  a  fearsome  din. 

The  heathen  fought  like  devils  all, 

But  one  by  one  they  fell, 
Swept  from  the  deck  by  our  cutlasses 

To  the  water,  and  so  to  hell. 

Some  we  found  in  the  black  of  the  hold 

Some  to  the  fo'c's'le  fled, 
But  all  in  vain;  we  sought  them  out 

And  left  them  lying  dead. 

Till  at  last  no  soul  but  Christian  souls 

Upon  that  ship  was  found; 
The  twenty  score  were  dead,  and  we, 

The  hundred,  safe  and  sound. 

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How  We        And,  stumbling  over  the  tangled  dead, 
Burned  the          The  deck  a  crimson  tide, 
Philadelphia   We  fire^  tne  ship  from  keel  to  shrouds 
And  tumbled  over  the  side. 

Then  out  to  sea  we  sailed  once  more 
With  the  world  as  light  as  day, 

And  the  flames  revealed  a  hundred  sail 
Of  the  heathen  there  in  the  bay. 

All  suddenly  the  red  light  paled, 
And  the  rain  rang  out  on  the  sea; 

Then — a  dazzling  flash,  a  deafening  roar, 
Between  us  and  Tripoli! 

Then,  nothing  behind  us,  and  nothing  before, 

Only  the  silence  and  rain; 
And  the  jaws  of  the  sea  took  hold  of  our  bows 

And  cast  us  up  again. 

By  the  beard  of  the  Prophet  the  Bashaw  swore 

He  would  scourge  us  from  the  seas; 
Yankees  should  trouble  his  soul  no  more — 
By  the  Prophet1  s  beard  the  Bashaw  swore. 
Then  lighted  his  hookah,  and  took  his  easef 
And  troubled  his  soul  no  more. 


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Richard  Somers 

His  body  lies  upon  the  shore 
Afar  from  his  beloved  land, 

And  over  him  shine  tropic  suns; 
No  more  he  thrills  at  sound  of  guns, 
No  longer,  cutlass  in  his  hand, 
Cries,  "Follow  me!  "  and  goes  before. 

Above  him  droop  the  languid  trees 
Athirst  and  fainting  with  the  noon; 
Around  him  drowsy  lizards  crawl. 
No  more  he  hears  the  boatswain's  call, 
Nor  sees  the  waters  rock  the  moon, 
Nor  smells  the  keen  and  salty  breeze. 

Vain  roars  old  ocean  in  his  ear, 
Calling  to  him  from  mighty  deeps, 

Yearning  for  him  who  loved  the  main. 
Never  shall  he  make  sail  again  ; 
Under  the  restless  sands  he  sleeps, 
He  is  at  rest,  he  cannot  hear. 

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Richard       But  when  the  Trumpet  sounds  alarms 
Somers  On  that  great  day  when  all  shall  rise 

And  earth  and  sea  give  up  their  dead, 
Then  out  from  his  unquiet  bed 
Where  now  heroic  SOMERS  lies, 
His  soul  will  leap  to  ocean's  arms! 


The  Flag  With  Fifteen  Stripes 

Our  Navy's  name  was  written  in  flame 

When  Fifteen  Stripes  we  flew, 
That  flag's  bright  fame  we  kept  from  blame 

Wherever  the  seas  were  blue ; 
For  under  it — by  all  the  Powers! — 

When  the  dogs  of  war  let  slip, 
If  we  met  the  enemy  he  was  ours, 
And  we  didn't  give  up  the  ship! 
Then:    Hip!  hip!  hip! 
From  every  lip: 
Hurrah !      The  boatswain  pipes 
Tbe  tune  to  the  tars 
Under  Forty -Jive  Stars, 
Of  the  Flag  with  Fifteen  Stripes! 

When  Fifteen  Stripes  raced  over  the  blue 

Our  Navy  was  but  small, 
We  had  to  do  with  a  frigate  or  two — 

No  ships-of-the-line  at  all; 
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The  Flag  Our  guns  blew  up,  our  powder  was  weak, 

JVith  Our  cannon-balls  under  weight, 

Fifteen  ^et  ^e  ^a&  at  our  Pea^  tnrough  the  battle  reek 

Stripes  SPed  man^  a  fiery  fate' 

When  Fifteen  Stripes  snapped  in  the  gale 

If  cannon  could  not  reach, 
We  clapped  on  sail  till  we  hugged  his  rail 

And  left  his  hopes  a-breach; 
Over  his  side  we  'd  gaily  climb 

Through  pistols,  pikes  and  hell, 
To  the  ringing  rhyme  the  cutlasses  chime 

And  the  bully  boarders*  yell. 

When  Fifteen  Stripes  sailed  in  the  van, 

Although  our  ships  were  few, 
Both  fleet  and  man  were  from  one  plan, 

Staunch  and  tried  and  true; 
There  weren't  so  many  mechanical  arts 

When  our  men-o'-war  were  oak, 
But  we  armored  their  parts  with  American  hearts 
And  the  battle  flame  and  smoke. 
Then:    Hip!  hip!  hip! 
From  every  lip: 
Hurrah !      The  boatswain  pipes 
The  tune  to  the  tars 
Under  Forty-Jive  Stars, 
Of  the  Flag  with  Fifteen  Stripes  ! 
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Xix  August.,  Mdcccxii 

What  is  that  a-billowing  there 

Like  a  thunderhead  in  air  ? 
Why  should  such  a  sight  be  whitening  the  seas  ? 

That  's  a  Yankee  man-o'-war, 

And  three  things  she  's  seeking  for — 
For  a  prize,  and  for  a  battle,  and  a  breeze. 

When  the  war  blew  o'er  the  sea 

Out  went  HULL  and  out  went  we 
In  the  Constitution,  looking  for  the  foe; 

But  five  British  ships  came  down — 

And  we  got  to  Boston  town 
By  a  mighty  narrow  margin,  you  must  know! 

Captain  HULL  can't  fight  their  fleet, 
But  he  fairly  aches  to  meet 
Quite  the  prettiest  British  ship  of  all  there  were; 
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XI x  So  he  stands  again  to  sea 

August.^  In  the  hope  that  on  his  lee 

Mdcccxii  ^e  '11  catch  D ACRES  and  his  pretty  Guerriere. 

'T  is  an  August  afternoon 
Not  a  day  too  late  or  soon, 
When    we    raise    a  ship  whose  lettered  mainsail 

reads: 
"All  who  meet  me  have  a  care, 

I  am  England's  Guerriere" ; 
So  HULL  gaily  clears  for  action  as  he  speeds. 

Cheery  bells  had  chanted  five 

On  the  happiest  day  alive 
When  we  Yankees  dance  to  quarters  at  his  call;, 

While  the  British  bang  away 

With  their  broadsides'  screech  and  bray; 
But  the  Constitution  never  fires  a  ball. 

We  send  up  three  times  to  ask 

If  we  shan't  begin  our  task  ? 

Captain  HULL  sends  back  each  time  the  answer 
"No;" 

Till  to  half  a  pistol-shot 

The  two  frigates  he  had  brought, 
Then  he  whispers,  "Lay  along!" — and  we  let  go. 

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Twice  our  broadside  lights  and  lifts,  Xlx 

And  the  Briton,  crippled,  drifts  August., 

With  her  mizzen  dangling  hopeless  at  her  poop:        Mdcccxn 

Laughs  a  Yankee,  " She's  a  brig!" 

Says  our  captain,  "That's  too  big; 
Try  another,  so  we  '11  have  her  for  a  sloop!  " 

We  hurrah,  and  fire  again, 

Lay  aboard  of  her  like  men, 
And,  like  men,  they  beat  us  off,  and  try  in  turn; 

But  we  drive  bold  DACRES  back 

With  our  muskets'  snap  and  crack — 
All  the  while  our    crashing  broadsides  boom  and 
burn. 

'  Tis  but  half  an  hour,  bare, 

When  that  pretty  Guerriere 
Not  a  stick  calls  hers  aloft  or  hers  alow, 

Save  the  mizzen' s  shattered  mast, 

Where  her  "  meteor  flag"  's  nailed  fast 
Till,  a  fallen  star,  we  quench  its  ruddy  glow. 

DACRES,  injured,  o'er  our  side 
Slowly  bears  his  sword  of  pride, 
Holds  it  out,  as  HULL  stands  there  in  his  renown: 
"No,  no!"  says  th'  American, 


Xix  "Never,  from  so  brave  a  man — 

August.,     But    I    see    you  're   wounded,  let    me   help   you 

Mdcccxii  down." 

All  that  night  we  work  in  vain 

Keeping  her  upon  the  main, 
But  we  'd  hulled  her  far  too  often,  and  at  last 

In  a  blaze  of  fire  there 

Dies  the  pretty   Guerriere; 
While  away  we  cheerly  sail  upon  the  blast. 

Oh,  the  breeze  that  blows  so  free! 

Oh,  the  prize  beneath  the  sea! 
Oh,  the  battle! — was  there  ever  better  won? 

Still  the  happy  Yankee  cheers 

Are  a-ringing  in  our  ears 
From  old  Boston,  glorying  in  what  we  've  done. 

What  is  that  a-billowing  there 

Like  a  thunderhead  in  air  ? 
Why  should  such  a  sight  be  whitening  the  seas  ? 

That 's  Old  Ir'nsides,  trim  and  taut, 

And  she  's  found  the  things  she  sought — 
Found  a  prize,  a  bully  battle,  and  a  breeze! 


The  First  American  Sailors 

Five  fearless  knights  of  the  first  renown 

In  Elizabeth1  s  great  array, 
From  Plymouth  in  Devon  sailed  up  and  down— 
American  sailors  they; 
Who  went  to  the  West, 
For  they  all  knew  best 

Where  the  silver  was  grey 
As  a  moonlit  night, 
And  the  gold  as  bright 
As  a  midsummer  day — 

A-sailing  away 
Through  the  salt  sea  spray, 
The  first  American  sailors. 

Sir  HUMPHREY  GILBERT,  he  was  ONE 

(And  Devon  was  heaven  to  him), 
He  loved  the  sea  as  he  loved  the  sun 

(And  hated  the  Don  as  the  Devil's  limb — 
Hated  him  up  to  the  brim!): 
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The  First       In  Holland  the  Spanish  hide  he  tanned, 
American        He  roughed  and  routed  their  braggart  band, 
Sailors  ^nd  God  was  with  him  on  sea  as  land; 

Newfoundland  knew  him,  and  all  that  coast, 
For  he  was  one  of  America's  host — 
And  now  there  is  nothing  but  English  speech 
For  leagues  and  leagues,  and  reach  on  reach 
From  near  the  Equator  away  to  the  Pole; 
While  the  billows  beat  and  the  oceans  roll 
On  the  Three  Americas. 

Sir  FRANCIS  DRAKE,  and  he  was  TWO 

{And  Devon  was  heaven  to  him}, 
He  loved  in  his  heart  the  waters  blue 

(And  bated  the  Don  as  the  DeviP  s  limb — 

Hated  him  up  to  the  brim  /): 
At  Cadiz  he  singed  the  King's  black  beard, 
The  Armada  met  him,  and  fled  afeared, 
Great  Philip's  golden  fleece  he  sheared; 
Oregon  knew  him,  and  all  that  coast, 
For  he  was  one  of  America's  host — 
And  now  there  is  nothing  but  English  speech 
For  leagues  and  leagues,  and  reach  on  reach 
From  California  away  to  the  Pole; 
While  the  billows  beat  and  the  oceans  roll 
On  the  Three  Americas. 
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Sir  WALTER  RALEIGH,  he  was  THREE  The  First 

(And  Devon  was  heaven  to  him),  American 

There  was  nothing  he  loved  so  well  as  the  sea      Sailors 

(He  bated  the  Don  as  the  Devil's  limb — 

Hated  him  up  to  the  brim!}: 
He  settled  full  many  a  Spanish  score, 
Full  many  's  the  banner  his  bullets  tore 
On  English,  American,  Spanish  shore; 

Guiana  knew  him,  and  all  that  coast, 

For  he  was  one  of  America's  host — 
And  now  there  is  nothing  but  English  speech 
For  leagues  and  leagues,  and  reach  on  reach 

From  Guiana  northward  to  the  Pole; 

While  the  billows  beat  and  the  oceans  roll 
On  the  Three  Americas. 

Sir  RICHARD  GRENVILLE,  he  was  FOUR 

(And  Devon  was  heaven  to  him), 
He  loved  the  waves  and  their  windy  roar 

(And  hated  the  Don  as  the  Devil* s  limb — 

Hated  him  up  to  the  brim!): 
He  whipped  him  on  land  and  mocked  him  at  sea, 
He  laughed  to  scorn  his  sovereignty, 
And  with  the  Revenge  beat  his  fifty-three; 

Virginia  knew  him,  and  all  that  coast, 

For  he  was  one  of  America's  host — 
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The  First       And  now  there  is  nothing  but  English  speech 
American         For  leagues  and  leagues,  and  reach  on  reach 
Sailors  From  the  Old  Dominion  away  to  the  Pole; 

While  the  billows  beat  and  the  oceans  roll 
On  the  Three  Americas. 

And  Sir  JOHN  HAWKINS,  he  was  FIVE 

(And  Devon  was  heaven  to  him), 
He  worshipped  the  water  while  he  was  alive 
(And  hated  the  Don  as  the  Devil' s  limb — 

Hated  him  up  to  the  brim  /): 
He  chased  him  over  the  Spanish  Main, 
He  scoffed  and  defied  the  navies  of  Spain — 
His  cities  he  ravished  again  and  again; 
The  Gulf  it  knew  him,  and  all  that  coast, 
For  he  was  one  of  America's  host — 
And  now  there  is  nothing  but  English  speech 
For  leagues  and  leagues,  and  reach  on  reach 
From  the  Rio  Grande  away  to  the  Pole; 
While  the  billows  beat  and  the  oceans  roll 
On  the  Three  Americas. 

Five  fearless  knights  have  filed  gallant  graves 
This  many  and  many  a  day, 

Some  under  the  willows,  some  under  the  waves — 
American  sailors  they; 
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And  still  in  the  West  The  First 

Is  their  valor  blest,  American 

Where  a  banner  bright  Sailors 

With  the  ocean* s  blue 
And  the  red  wrack"1  s  hue 
And  the  spoondrift1  s  white 

Is  smiling  to-day 
Through  the  salt  sea  spray 
Upon  American  sailors. 


Overseas  They  Wait 

Over  the  sea  they  wait  for  me, 

My  own  wife  and  the  child, 
And  I  must  fight  for  life  to-night 

On  the  ocean  black  and  wild. 

Now  GOD  preserve  the  mariner 
Afloat  on  the  angry  foam, 

And  GOD  preserve  the  wife  and  child 
Who  wait  for  him  at  home! 

But  what  if  I  to-night  must  die, 

And  never  see  them  more, 
My  lonely  grave  beneath  the  wave, 

Far  from  my  native  shore? 

If  GOD  will  so,  then  I  shall  go 

Bravely  to  death's  embrace, 
And  GOD  will  care  for  the  dear  ones  there 

And  take  them  to  His  own  place. 
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But  oh!  I  pray  to  GOD  He  may  Overseas 

Grant  me  a  happier  fate;  They  Wait 

For  I  would  fain  see  them  again 
Who  sit  at  home  and  wait. 

So  I  will  fight  for  life  to-night 

On  the  ocean  black  and  wild, 
For  oversea  they  wait  for  me, 

My  own  wife  and  the  child. 

Now  GOD  preserve  the  mariner 

Afloat  on  the  angry  foam, 
And  GOD  preserve  the  wife  and  child 

Who  wait  for  him  at  home! 


Ballad  of  the  Havannah  Taken 

"The  Havannah  ho!  the  Havannah  ho!  " 
King  GEORGE  of  England  cries, 

"  Who  fights  for  me,  now  Spain  with  France 
Is  joined  in  great  emprise  ? 

"  Stout  ALBEMARLE  have  I  sent  out, 

Sailing  from  Portsmouth  Town, 
And  close  by  the  walls  of  Morro  Castle 
He  steadfastly  sits  down. 

"Come,  you  who  on  the  yesterday 

Gave  the  Canadas  to  me, 
Come  forth  to-day,  and  gain  the  Havannah 
Over  the  foamy  sea!  " 

"  Now  I  who  fought  for  you  with  France," 

Says  ISRAEL  PUTNAM  bold, 
"  Will  fight  as  yesterday  at  Quebec 

Against  proud  Spain's  stronghold; 
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"  And  we  who  plucked  that  Lily  of  France  Ballad 

Will  pluck  this  Flower  of  Spain!  "  of  the 

And  thereupon  this  bold  PUTNAM  Havannab 

Goes  sailing  the  foamy  main.  Taken 

"The  Havannah  ho!  the  Havannah  ho!" 

He  sails  until  he  hears 
From  all  the  shore  about  Morro  Castle 
ALBEMARLE'S  mighty  cheers. 

What  lies  beleaguered  in  the  town 

Will  neither  do  nor  dare; 
Stout  ALBEMARLE  has  hard  and  fast 

The  snarling  Spaniard  there. 

"Come  now,"  says  ISRAEL  PUTNAM  bold, 
"  Wolves  have  I  caught  before; 
Give  me  a  sword,  give  me  a  pistol, 
And  I  will  catch  one  more." 

Stout  ALBEMARLE  gives  him  a  pistol, 

A  sword  in  hand  also. 
And  side  by  side  the  stout  and  bold 

At  the  Wolf  of  Spain  they  go. 

They  fight  him  in,  they  fight  him  out, 
They  clip  each  claw  and  fang; 


Ballad  From  Monday  noon  till  Saturday's  moon 

of  the  That  wicked  beast  they  bang. 

Havannak    « Ho]d    hard!    hold    hard!"    cries    the    snarling 

Taken  Spaniard, 

"  Though  two  to  one  we  be, 
Here  is  rny  flag,  here  is  my  sword, 
And  here  my  treasury. " 

Stout  ALBEMARLE  he  takes  the  sword, 

The  treasure,  too,  he  takes; 
Its  station  high  above  the  Havannah 

Spain's  once  proud  flag  forsakes. 

Loud  mourns  King  CHARLES  this  frosty  fate, 

Loud  mourns  LEWIS  of  France, 
"The  Canadas — the  Havannah — gone!" 
They  join  in  a  doleful  dance. 

Bold  PUTNAM  and  stout  ALBEMARLE, 
What  measures  fair  they  tread! — 

Quebec  and  Morro  Castle  lost 
Leave  foes  full  ill  bestead. 

King  GEORGE  of  England  long  laughs  he 

As  PUTNAM'S  hand  he  takes, 
He  laughs  at  France,  laughs  loud  at  Spain 

As  ALBEMARLE' s  he  shakes. 
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So  always  shall  the  enemy  Ballad 

Bend  low  his  boasty  pride,  of  the 

When  ALBEMARLE  and  PUTNAM,  too,  Havannab 

Go  fighting  side  by  side.  Taken 

Ten  thousand  year  let  it  be  clear, 

Ten  thousand  year  and  a  day, 
Ere  those  who  take  the  Havannah 

Bear  them  another  way! 


Brothers  of  One  Blood 

From  our  fathers'  loins  descended, 

Brothers  of  a  single  line, 
Ye  with  whom  we  have  contended 

In  the  web  of  GOD'S  design, 
Brother  warring  against  brother 

In  the  angry  battle's  flood, 
Still  our  hearts  called  each  to  other, 

We  are  brothers  of  one  blood! 

Now  barbarians  assailing, 

We  together  must  withstand, 
Heedless  of  the  women's  wailing, 

Heedless  of  the  coward  band; 
Brother  side  by  side  with  brother 

In  the  angry  battle's  flood, 
Hearts  still  calling,  each  to  other, 

We  are  brothers  of  one  blood ! 
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And  hereafter,  in  fraternal  Brothers  of 

Bonds  no  jealousy  can  burst,  One  Blood 

Let  us  swear  a  pact  eternal — 

Come  the  best  or  come  the  worst; 
Brother  back  to  back  with  brother 

'Gainst  the  whole  world's  hostile  flood, 
Hearts  still  calling,  each  to  other, 

We  are  brothers  of  one  blood! 


Peace  Hath  Her  Victories 

The  whistling,  shrieking  westerly  gale 

In  its  wild  December  sweep 
Had  turned  the  face  of  ocean  pale 

With  foam,  abysses  deep, 
When  in  the  lens  'twixt  cloud  and  spray 
A  spot  showed  black  on  a  world  of  grey. 

The  siren  billows  of  George's  shoal 

Were  luring  a  victim  in, 
So  the  good  Lord  Gougb,  through  surge  and  roll, 

The  dismal  drift  and  din, 
Laid  straight  a  course  for  the  heaving  foam 
Where  the  treacherous  breakers  clash  and  comb. 

At  last,  half  way  on  a  shattered  mast 

The  Stars  and  Stripes  they  saw, 
Dull  with  distress;  then,  over  the  blast, 

Heard  HUGHES,  like  an  autumn  flaw: 
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"  Boys,  give  them  three  good  English  cheers!  Peace 

Come  running  forward,  volunteers!"  Hath  Her 

_  Victories 

They  were    manning    their    boat,    these   English 

tars, 

Though  the  sky  beat  down  on  the  sea, — 
When,    sudden,    that    flag  came    down    with  its 

stars, 

Then  ran  to  the  mast-head  free, 
With  its  blue  above — as  if  it  swore, 
"Despite  the  storm  Fate  smiles  the  more! " 

But    that    gallant   few,   though   the    blasts  would 
blow  . 

Their  valor  from  the  helm, 
Rowed  forth  as  they  would  have  you  row 

When  winds  and  waves  overwhelm; 
The  elements  bow  to  their  conquerors 
When  the  deck  of  the  Cleopatra's  theirs. 

With  winter  yet  in  their  very  bone 

And  their  ship  and  their  flag  both  gone, 
The  Americans  tell  how  the  gale  had  blown 

Despair  since  early  dawn: — 
And  this  it  was  their  captain  meant 
When  his  ensign  free  on  the  wind  he  bent; 

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Peace  For  PENDLETON  looked  over  here  to  the  Gough> 

Hath  Her        At  his  elbow  saw  Death  stand  by; 
Victories        What  then  of  that  little  boat  putting  off 

Where  the  seas  beat  back  the  sky? 
His  doom  was  on  him;  so  signaled  he 
Lest  these,  too,  perish  fruitlessly  .... 

While  Englishmen  in  mercy  go, 
Cheering,  to  war  with  Death; 

While  Americans  their  last  hope  can  throw 
To  the  waves,  for  another's  breath; 

A  tyrant  Fate  needs  slink  afraid 

From  eyes  so  clear  and  undismayed. 

And  oh!  ye  folk  of  English  speech, 
When  such  is  the  brood  ye  've  borne, 

What  favor  need  ye  ever  beseech 
From  a  Fate  so  ripe  for  scorn? 

Stand  forth,  'tis  yours  by  right  of  birth, 

And  take,  ye  heritors  of  the  earth! 


Chiquita:    A  Legend  of  the 
Western  Seas 

Her  name?     CHIQUITA.      Ah,  senor, 

See  how  the  sea-weed  winds  around  her! 

Dead?     Yes;  for  many  an  hour  before 
I  came  and  found  her. 

The  gentle  waves  had  laid  her  down 

Here  on  the  sands,  and  heaped  her  over 

With  soft,  sweet-smelling  foam,  and  brown 
Long-leaved  sea  clover. 

And  hark!     The  sea-birds  sing  her  dirge, 
And  all  the  chorus  of  the  ocean 

Makes  mournful  music,  surge  on  surge, 
In  sad  devotion. 

Last  night  she  lay  within  these  arms — 
Her  mother's  arms,  senor,  no  other — 
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Chiqulta        And  in  her  sleep  beheld  the  charms 
Of  sleep's  twin-brother. 

I  know,  for  while  I  watched  her,  tears 
Gleamed  in  the  low  light  of  the  embers; 

And  then  she  sighed  the  sigh  one  hears 
And — one  remembers. 

From  out  her  troubled  lips  words  came 

Mixed  with  the  sigh — words  wet  with  sorrow; 
"  I  die  for  thee!  "    and  then  a  name, 
And  then,  "To-morrow" — 

I  did  not  understand,  you  see — 

How  could  I  tell  her  days  were  numbered? 

But  God  had  willed  this  thing  to  be 
And  I — I  slumbered. 

Well,  now  I  find  her  dead  and  cold — 
Sefior,  the  story  's  old,  but  never 

Castilian  blood  grows  cold  or  old — 
It  burns  hot  ever. 

Therefore  I  do  not  blame  her — no, 

Others  have  loved  with  song  and  laughter 

And  then,  through  loving,  learned  to  know 
What  woe  comes  after. 
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Love  is  a  glorious  thing,  sefior,  Chiquita 

When,  in  the  dusk,  guitars  are  playing 
And  on  the  smooth  adobe  floor 

The  dance  is  swaying — 

But  love  is  bitter  when  he  goes 

And  days  pass  on  and  leave  one  weeping — 
The  sun  has  blighted  many  a  rose 

Given  to  his  keeping. 

Well,  so  the  world  was  made,  and  I 

Do  not  lament  that  darkness  covers 
The  shining  brightness  of  the  sky 

That  smiles  on  lovers. 

To  me  night  came  long  years  ago — 

Night  in  whose  gloom  I  often  stumbled — 

But  pride  sustained  me  still,  although 
My  pride  was  humbled. 

Pride  in  CHIQUITA — that  was  strong — 

Pride  in  myself — there  's  none  remaining: 
This  was  my  secret.      Right  or  wrong, 

I  'm  not  complaining. 

That  so  it  is,  nor  that  all  pride 

Has  left  me  now — all  things  are  seeming; 


Chiquita       And  out  there,  rocking  with  the  tide, 
There  is  no  dreaming — 

CHIQUITA,  daughter!      We  shall  be 

Racked  by  regret  from  henceforth  never. 

I  seek  the  silence  of  the  sea — 
Farewell — forever!  — 


Bainbridge,   the  Brig,   and  the 
Blockade 

The  Norfolk  brig  has  eighteen  guns, 
Before  the  wind  she  freely  runs, 

Sing  bey,  for  the  Yankee  cruiser  ! 
With  WILLIAM  BAINBRIDGE  in  command, 
So  sure  of  touch,  so  firm  of  hand, 

Sing  bo,  for  our  bold  commander! 

It  was  the  good  year  'ninety-nine 
(The  Norfolk  's  staunch  as  a  ship-of-the-line), 
When  we  were  waging  war  with  France, 
And  off  the  Cuban  coast  we  dance, 
Sing  bey,  for  the  Yankee  cruiser! 

Soon  BAINBRIDGE  sights  a  privateer, 
The  French  tricolor  shows  out  clear; 
So  BAINBRIDGE  fires  the  big  bow-gun 
And  for  the  coast  we  make  a  run, 

Sing  bo,  for  our  bold  commander! 
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Bainbridge^        The  Frenchman  grounds  upon  a  ledge; 
the  Brig^  We  burn  her  to  the  water's  edge, 

and  the  To  learn  she  has  a  sister-ship 

Blockade  A-fitting  in  the  Havannah's  slip, 

Sing  bey,  for  the  Yankee  cruiser! 

So  WILLIAM  BAINBRIDGE  turns  about, 
Lays  for  the  Havannah  a  course  straight  out, 
And  says  to  the  Spaniard,  loud  and  clear, 
"I  want  that  other  French  privateer!" 
Sing  bo,  for  our  bold  commander! 

The  Spaniard  laughs  at  the  Norfolk  brig, 
For  she  is  little,  and  Spain  is  big: — 
The  Norfolk  is  of  the  good  old  sort 
And,  single-handed,  blockades  that  port, 
Sing  bey,  for  the  Yankee  cruiser! 

They  can't  get  in,  they  can't  get  out, 
For  BAINBRIDGE  stands  there,  sure  and  stout, 
And  when  he  aims  a  Yankee  gun 
Its  bullet  straight  to  the  mark  will  run, 
Sing  bo,  for  our  bold  commander! 

A  Spanish  ship  puts  out  to  fight, 
A  Spanish  ship  puts  back  in  fright; 
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She  learns,  from  the  weight  of  the  Norfolk's  ball,    Bainbrldge, 
If  not  so  big,  she  is  not  small,  the  Brig, 

Sing  bey,  for  the  Yankee  cruiser!  anc[  tjje 

IT;--  i       n     »  •         -11  j  >  Blockade 

With  a  flutt  ring  sail  the  word  s  sent  out 

That  Spain  has  turned  to  the  rightabout; 
She  wishes  to  do  what  we  think  fair, — 
And  won't  we  meet  her  halfway  there? 
Sing  bo,  for  our  bold  commander! 

We  meet  her  at  the  privateer, 
The  which  we  burn,  like  her  sister  dear; 
And  then  the  Norfolk  puts  to  sea, 
After  teaching  the  Spaniard  a  thing  or  three, 
Sing  beyy  for  the  Yankee  cruiser! 

All  this  was  in  the  good  old  days 
With  naught  to  blame  and  much  to  praise, 
And,  now  we  've  come  to  days  quite  new, 
The  self-same  thing  is  just  as  true, 

Sing  bo,  for  our  bold  commander! 

The  Yankee  ship  has  ten-ton  guns, 
Regardless  of  wind  she  freely  runs, 

Sing  bey,  for  tbe  Yankee  cruiser! 
With  a  Yankee  captain  to  command, 
So  sure  of  touch,  so  firm  of  hand, 

Sing  bo,  for  our  bold  commander! 

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When  My  Turn  Comes 

When  my  turn  comes,  dear  shipmates  all, 

Oh,  do  not  weep  for  me ; 

Wrap  me  up  in  my  hammock  tight 

And  put  me  into  the  sea. 

For  it 's  no  good  weeping 
When  a  shipmate  's  sleeping 
And  the  long  watch  keeping 
At  the  bottom  of  the  sea. 

But  think  of  me  sometimes  and  say: 

"He  did  his  duty  right, 
And  strove  the  best  he  knew  to  please 
His  captain  in  the  fight." 

But  it 's  no  good  weeping 
When  a  shipmate's  sleeping 
And  the  long  watch  keeping 
Through  the  long,  long  night. 
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And  let  my  epitaph  be  these  words:  When  My 

"Cleared  from  this  port,  alone,  Turn  Comes 

A  craft  that  was  staunch  and  sound  and  true — 
Destination  unknown.'* 

And  it 's  no  good  weeping 
When  a  shipmate  's  sleeping 
And  the  long  watch  keeping 
All  alone,  all  alone. 

And  mark  this  well,  my  shipmates  dear, 

Alone  the  long  night  through, 
Up  there  in  the  darkness  behind  the  stars 
I  '11  look  out  sharp  for  you. 
So  it 's  no  good  weeping 
When  a  shipmate  's  sleeping 
And  the  long  watch  keeping 
All  the  long  night  through. 


Notes 

THE  BAPTISM  OF  THE  FLAG: — The  first  Ameri- 
can flag  to  be  hoisted  as  a  naval  ensign  was  the 
device  of  the  Snake  run  up  by  Captain  (then  Lieu- 
tenant) JOHN  PAUL  JONES,  on  the  Alfred,  Captain 
ESEK  HOPKINS,  at  Philadelphia,  early  in  January, 
1776.  The  "grand  union"  flag,  i.  e.,  the 
British  Jack  cantoned  upon  the  thirteen  Ameri- 
can stripes,  was  also  shown  at  that  time.  It  was 
June  14,  1777,  that  the  Continental  Congress 
established  the  present  national  standard  with  its 
thirteen  stripes  and  a  star  for  each  State.  It  is, 
therefore,  among  the  oldest  of  national  symbols, 
Great  Britain's  present  standard  having  been 
adopted  in  1801.  The  Ranger ,  eighteen  guns, 
Captain  JOHN  PAUL  JONES,  sailed  from  Portsmouth, 
New  Hampshire,  November  I,  1777,  and  secured 
the  first  recognition  from  abroad  of  the  STARS  AND 
STRIPES  in  the  salute  fired  by  the  French  Admiral, 
59 


Notes  LE  MOTTE  PIQUET,  at  Quiberon  Bay,  just  north  of 
Nantes,  December  14,  1777. 

THE  BURNING  OF  THE  PHILADELPHIA: — The  de- 
struction of  the  Philadelphia,  which  Lord  NELSON, 
then  commanding  the  British  blockading  fleet  off 
Toulon,  called  "  the  most  bold  and  daring  act  of 
the  age,"  was  effected  on  the  night  of  February 
9,  1 804.  In  the  party,  numbering  but  seventy- 
five  officers  and  men  all  told,  were  STEPHEN 
DECATUR,  JR.,  JAMES  LAWRENCE,  JOSEPH  BAIN- 
BRIDGE,  THOMAS  MACDONOUGH  and  many  others 
who  rose  to  distinction. 

RICHARD  SOMERS: — Master  Commandant  RICH- 
ARD SOMERS,  after  many  examples  of  the  most 
distinguished  gallantry  in  the  operations  of  the 
American  squadron  before  Tripoli,  volunteered  to 
lead  the  powder  boat  Intrepid — formerly  the  ketch 
Mastico  in  which  the  Philadelphia  was  attacked 
and  destroyed — into  the  harbor,  thronged  as  it  was 
with  the  enemy's  shipping.  The  night  of  Sep- 
tember 4,  1 804,  was  chosen  for  this  desperate 
enterprise.  By  the  explosion  of  the  Intrepid  a 
Tripolitan  gunboat  crowded  with  soldiers  was 
sunk,  and  two  others  seriously  injured  with  many 
60 


on  board.  All  the  Americans,  including  the  gal-  Notes 
lant  SoiMERS,  Midshipman  HENRY  WADSWORTH, 
uncle  to  the  poet  LONGFELLOW,  Midshipman  JOSEPH 
ISRAEL,  and  ten  seamen,  perished.  Their  fragmen- 
tary remains  were  buried  on  shore;  but,  the  Mos- 
lems refusing  a  Christian  stone  to  desecrate  their 
land,  their  graves  were  never  marked. 

THE  FLAG  WITH  FIFTEEN  STRIPES: — Upon  the 
admission  of  Vermont  and  Kentucky  into  the 
Union,  May  I,  1795,  the  number  of  stars  and 
stripes  in  the  national  ensign  was  increased  to 
fifteen.  There  the  stripes  remained  until  the  ad- 
mission of  Illinois,  December  3,  1818,  when  the 
original  thirteen  stripes  were  returned  to,  the  stars 
then  standing  at  twenty.  There  are  now  forty-five 
sovereign  States  in  the  AMERICAN  UNION,  each  with 
its  star  in  the  flag. 

BALLAD  OF  THE  HAVANNAH  TAKEN: — June  6, 
1762,  ALBEMARLE  sat  down  before  Havana.  July 
20,  4,000  of  AMHERST'S  victorious  regulars, 
with  1,000  Connecticut  Rangers  under  Colonel 
ISRAEL  PUTNAM,  800  New  Yorkers,  and  500  men 
from  the  Jerseys,  arrived  from  New  York.  July 
25,  the  assault  upon  Morro  Castle  began.  July 
61 


Notes  30,  it  fell,  followed,  August  14,  by  the  surren- 
der of  the  city  with  $7,000,000  of  treasure.  On 
the  English  side  there  were  14,041  men  engaged; 
on  the  Spanish,  27,610.  This  siege  and  assault 
is  the  last  appearance  in  history  of  any  considera- 
ble forces  from  Great  Britain  and  from  the  terri- 
tory afterward  falling  within  the  United  States  in 
cooperation. 

PEACE  HATH  HER  VICTORIES: — This  thrilling 
international  episode  earned  the  thanks  and  re- 
wards of  the  American  Congress,  Captain  HUGHES 
of  the  Liverpool  steamer  Lord  Gougb  obtaining  a 
gold  medal,  and  all  his  gallant  men  being  remem- 
bered. The  BISHOP  OF  RIPON  thought  this  inci- 
dent, which  took  place  in  December,  1889, 
worthy  the  genius  of  TENNYSON,  and  forwarded 
an  account  of  it  to  him.  The  Laureate  having 
done  nothing  with  it,  this  unworthy  substitute  is 
put  forward,  faute  de  mieux,  with  many  apologies. 


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AND  SONS  COMPANY  AT  THE 
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